This is a song about "Fine corinthian leather"

I don't care about the nice cars and shoes with the leather,

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

To pretend that everythings fine

Welcome to organized crime

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

Their leather seats in the two-door mustang shit…

And i’m talkin, passenger action

Spies are my brethren, stand with the leather skin,

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

Fine leather stitch so dont flick your joint tips in this whip

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

A round, white-leather ball with red stitches.

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

Tom ford tuscan leather smelling like a brick

(the whoever has the ooze leather is band together.)

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better